Midnight Freestyle
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I'd be doing this until the boy go mainstream
Remember when they said I was nothing
In the back of the class trying to perfect my craft
And they would sit back and laugh
Everything is different cause I got this vision
No need to wait on peoples opinion's
I make my own decisions
Writing these verses in order to make a profit
Feeling Holy
Job is not finished bruh I'm feeling like Kobe
Even after death I'll never fade away
Living life in la until I get to heavens gates
It's hard to keep it real when you're surrounded by these fakes
Doing whatever it takes
Just to see your dreams break
But I understand the trouble when your running from the struggle
And you gotta send shots like Lebron up in the bubble
Everybody got issues I wish I could ease the pain
Cause everyday feels the same
And I just want shit to change
I'll manifest myself into a state of bliss
Go back to 2016 when the boy was just a kid
And learn about the type of shit I wasn't rapping about
A type of hit that could knock rocky out
And now they sending pacquiao
I stay true to this game I hope you notice
I'm so driven in my lane I'm so focused
Even at my fucking lowest I was never really broken
Having dreams of writing poems
So I'm sending my condolences
I'd be doing this until the boy go mainstream
Remember when they said I was nothing
In the back of the class trying to perfect my craft
And they would sit back and laugh
Everything is different cause I got this vision
No need to wait on peoples opinion's
I make my own decisions
Writing these verses in order to make a profit
Feeling Holy
Job is not finished bruh I'm feeling like Kobe
Even after death I'll never fade away
Living life in la until I get to heavens gates
It's hard to keep it real when you're surrounded by these fakes
Doing whatever it takes
Just to see your dreams break
But I understand the trouble when your running from the struggle
And you gotta send shots like Lebron up in the bubble
Everybody got issues I wish I could ease the pain
Cause everyday feels the same
And I just want shit to change
I'll manifest myself into a state of bliss
Go back to 2016 when the boy was just a kid
And learn about the type of shit I wasn't rapping about
A type of hit that could knock rocky out
And now they sending pacquiao
I stay true to this game I hope you notice
I'm so driven in my lane I'm so focused
Even at my fucking lowest I was never really broken
Having dreams of writing poems
So I'm sending my condolences
Credits
Writer(s): Kam Valle
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